How disturbing is that the same book might give you the discomfort of the day just before your period starts and a few pages later the euphoria of the moment just when the orgasm hits. How intriguing is that the same book might create the zillion different permutations of neural connections in minds of million different people reading it and how funny it that you may never know which set was author's. How sadist is that your comfort book is the same someone was reading when one got the news of demise of a loved one. How soothing is that the book that made you question all ypur beliefs is the same that calmed someone's all the curiosity...
Add one such of your own down there.











